Piggy looked up miserably from the dawn-pale beach to the dark mountain.
Are you sure? Really sure, I mean
I told you a dozen times now," said Ralph, "we saw it.
D'you think we're safe down here
How the hell should I know
Ralph jerked away from him and walked a few paces along the beach. Jack was kneeling and drawing a circular pattern in the sand with his forefinger. Piggy's voice came to them, hushed.
Are you sure? Really
Go up and see," said Jack contemptuously, "and good riddance.
No fear.
The beast had teeth," said Ralph, "and big black eyes.
He shuddered violently. Piggy took off his one round of glass and polished the surface.
What we going to do
Ralph turned toward the platform. The conch glimmered among the trees, a white blob against the place where the sun would rise. He pushed back his mop.
I don't know.
He remembered the panic flight down the mountainside. "I don't think we'd ever fight a thing that size, honestly, you know. We'd talk but we wouldn't fight a tiger. We'd hide. Even Jack 'ud hide.
Jack still looked at the sand.
What about my hunters
Simon came stealing out of the shadows by the shelters. Ralph ignored Jack's question. He pointed to the touch of yellow above the sea.
As long as there's light we're brave enough. But then? And now that thing squats by the fire as though it didn't want us to be rescued
He was twisting his hands now, unconsciously. His voice rose.
So we can't have a signal fire. . . . We're beaten.
A point of gold appeared above the sea and at once all the sky lightened.
What about my hunters
Boys armed with sticks.
Jack got to his feet. His face was red as he marched away. Piggy put on his one glass and looked at Ralph.
Now you done it. You been rude about his hunters.
Oh shut up
The sound of the inexpertly blown conch interrupted them. As though he were serenading the rising sun, Jack went on blowing till the shelters were astir and the hunters crept to the platform and the littluns whimpered as now they so frequently did. Ralph rose obediently, and Piggy, and they went to the platform.
Talk," said Ralph bitterly, "talk, talk, talk.
He took the conch from Jack.
This meeting
Jack interrupted him.
I called it.
If you hadn't called it I should have. You just blew the conch.
Well, isn't that calling it
Oh, take it! Go on--talk
Ralph thrust the conch into Jack's arms and sat down on the trunk.
I've called an assembly," said Jack, "because of a lot of things. First, you know now, we've seen the beast. We crawled up. We were only a few feet away. The beast sat up and looked at us. I don't know what it does. We don't even know what it is
The beast comes out of the sea
Out of the dark
Trees
Quiet!" shouted Jack. "You, listen. The beast is sitting up there, whatever it is
Perhaps it's waiting
Hunting
Yes, hunting.
Hunting," said Jack. He remembered his age-old tremors in the forest. "Yes. The beast is a hunter. Only-- shut up! The next thing is that we couldn't kill it. And the next is that Ralph said my hunters are no good.
I never said that
I've got the conch. Ralph thinks you're cowards, running away from the boar and the beast. And that's not all.
There was a kind of sigh on the platform as if everyone knew what was coming. Jack's voice went up, tremulous yet determined, pushing against the uncooperative silence.
He's like Piggy. He says things like Piggy. He isn't a proper chief.
Jack clutched the conch to him.
He's a coward himself.
For a moment he paused and then went on.
On top, when Roger and me went on--he stayed back.
I went too
After.
The two boys glared at each other through screens of hair.
I went on too," said Ralph, "then I ran away. So did you.
Call me a coward then.
Jack turned to the hunters.
He's not a hunter. He'd never have got us meat. He isn't a prefect and we don't know anything about him. He just gives orders and expects people to obey for nothing. All this talk
All this talk!" shouted Ralph. "Talk, talk! Who wanted it? Who called the meeting
Jack turned, red in the face, his chin sunk back. He glowered up under his eyebrows.
All right then," he said in tones of deep meaning, and menace, "all right.
He held the conch against his chest with one hand and stabbed the air with his index finger.
Who thinks Ralph oughtn't to be chief
He looked expectantly at the boys ranged round, who had frozen. Under the palms there was deadly silence.
Hands up," said Jack strongly, "whoever wants Ralph not to be chief
The silence continued, breathless and heavy and full of shame. Slowly the red drained from Jack's cheeks, then came back with a painful rush. He licked his lips and turned his head at an angle, so that his gaze avoided the embarrassment of linking with another's eye.
How many think
His voice tailed off. The hands that held the conch shook. He cleared his throat, and spoke loudly.
All right then.
He laid the conch with great care in the grass at his feet. The humiliating tears were running from the corner of each eye.
I'm not going to play any longer. Not with you.
Most of the boys were looking down now, at the grass or their feet. Jack cleared his throat again.
I'm not going to be a part of Ralph's lot
He looked along the right-hand logs, numbering the hunters that had been a choir.
I'm going off by myself. He can catch his own pigs. Anyone who wants to hunt when I do can come too.
He blundered out of the triangle toward the drop to the white sand.
Jack
Jack turned and looked back at Ralph. For a moment he paused and then cried out, high-pitched, enraged.
No
He leapt down from the platform and ran along the beach, paying no heed to the steady fall of his tears; and until he dived into the forest Ralph watched him.
Piggy was indignant.
I been talking, Ralph, and you just stood there like
Softly, looking at Piggy and not seeing him, Ralph spoke to himself.
He'll come back. When the sun goes down he'll come." He looked at the conch in Piggy's hand.
What
Well there
Piggy gave up the attempt to rebuke Ralph. He polished his glass again and went back to his subject.
We can do without Jack Merridew. There's others besides him on this island. But now we really got a beast, though I can't hardly believe it, we'll need to stay close to the platform; there'll be less need of him and his hunting. So now we can really decide on what's what.
There's no help, Piggy. Nothing to be done.
For a while they sat in depressed silence. Then Simon stood up and took the conch from Piggy, who was so astonished that he remained on his feet. Ralph looked up at Simon.
Simon? What is it this time
A half-sound of jeering ran round the circle and Simon shrank from it.
I thought there might be something to do. Something we
Again the pressure of the assembly took his voice away. He sought for help and sympathy and chose Piggy. He turned half toward him, clutching the conch to his brown chest.
I think we ought to climb the mountain.
The circle shivered with dread. Simon broke off and turned to Piggy who was looking at him with an expression of derisive incomprehension.
What's the good of climbing up to this here beast when Ralph and the other two couldn't do nothing
Simon whispered his answer.
What else is there to do
His speech made, he allowed Piggy to lift the conch out of his hands. Then he retired and sat as far away from the others as possible.
Piggy was speaking now with more assurance and with what, if the circumstances had not been so serious, the others would have recognized as pleasure.
I said we could all do without a certain person. Now I say we got to decide on what can be done. And I think I could tell you what Ralph's going to say next. The most important thing on the island is the smoke and you can't have no smoke without a fire.
Ralph made a restless movement.
No go, Piggy. We've got no fire. That thing sits up there--we'll have to stay here.
Piggy lifted the conch as though to add power to his next words.
We got no fire on the mountain. But what's wrong with a fire down here? A fire could be built on them rocks. On the sand, even. We'd make smoke just the same.
That's right
Smoke
By the bathing pool
The boys began to babble. Only Piggy could have the intellectual daring to suggest moving the fire from the mountain.
So we'll have the fire down here," said Ralph. He looked about him. "We can build it just here between the bathing pool and the platform. Of course
He broke off, frowning, thinking the thing out, unconsciously tugging at the stub of a nail with his teeth.
Of course the smoke won't show so much, not be seen so far away. But we needn't go near, near the
The others nodded in perfect comprehension. There would be no need to go near.
We'll build the fire now.
The greatest ideas are the simplest. Now there was something to be done they worked with passion. Piggy was so full of delight and expanding liberty in Jack's departure, so full of pride in his contribution to the good of society, that he helped to fetch wood. The wood he fetched was close at hand, a fallen tree on the platform that they did not need for the assembly, yet to the others the sanctity of the platform had protected even what was useless there. Then the twins realized they would have a fire near them as a comfort in the night and this set a few littluns dancing and clapping hands.
The wood was not so dry as the fuel they had used on the mountain. Much of it was damply rotten and full of insects that scurried; logs had to be lifted from the soil with care or they crumbled into sodden powder. More than this, in order to avoid going deep into the forest the boys worked near at hand on any fallen wood no matter how tangled with new growth. The skirts of the forest and the scar were familiar, near the conch and the shelters and sufficiently friendly in daylight. What they might become in darkness nobody cared to think. They worked therefore with great energy and cheerfulness, though as time crept by there was a suggestion of panic in the energy and hysteria in the cheerfulness. They built a pyramid of leaves and twigs, branches and logs, on the bare sand by the platform. For the first time on the island, Piggy himself removed his one glass, knelt down and focused the sun on tinder. Soon there was a ceiling of smoke and a bush of yellow flame.
The littluns who had seen few fires since the first catastrophe became wildly excited. They danced and sang and there was a partyish air about the gathering.
At last Ralph stopped work and stood up, smudging the sweat from his face with a dirty forearm.
We'll have to have a small fire. This one's too big to keep up.
Piggy sat down carefully on the sand and began to polish his glass.
We could experiment. We could find out how to make a small hot fire and then put green branches on to make smoke. Some of them leaves must be better for that than the others.
As the fire died down so did the excitement. The littluns stopped singing and dancing and drifted away toward the sea or the fruit trees or the shelters.
Ralph dropped down in the sand.
We'll have to make a new list of who's to look after the fire.
If you can find 'em.
He looked round. Then for the first time he saw how few biguns there were and understood why the work had been so hard.
Where's Maurice
Piggy wiped his glass again.
I expect . . . no, he wouldn't go into the forest by himself, would he
Ralph jumped up, ran swiftly round the fire and stood by Piggy, holding up his hair.
But we've got to have a list! There's you and me and Samneric and
He would not look at Piggy but spoke casually.
Where's Bill and Roger
Piggy leaned forward and put a fragment of wood on the fire.
I expect they've gone. I expect they won't play either.
Ralph sat down and began to poke little holes in the sand. He was surprised to see that one had a drop of blood by it. He examined his bitten nail closely and watched the little globe of blood that gathered where the quick was gnawed away.
Piggy went on speaking.
I seen them stealing off when we was gathering wood. They went that way. The same way as he went himself.
Ralph finished his inspection and looked up into the air. The sky, as if in sympathy with the great changes among them, was different today and so misty that in some places the hot air seemed white. The disc of the sun was dull silver as though it were nearer and not so hot, yet the air stifled.
They always been making trouble, haven't they
The voice came near his shoulder and sounded anxious. "We can do without 'em. We'll be happier now, won't we
Ralph sat. The twins came, dragging a great log and grinning in their triumph. They dumped the log among the embers so that sparks flew.
We can do all right on our own, can't we
For a long time while the log dried, caught fire and turned red hot, Ralph sat in the sand and said nothing. He did not see Piggy go to the twins and whisper to them, nor how the three boys went together into the forest.
Here you are.
He came to himself with a jolt. Piggy and the other two were by him. They were laden with fruit.
I thought perhaps," said Piggy, "we ought to have a feast, kind of.
The three boys sat down. They had a great mass of the fruit with them and all of it properly ripe. They grinned at Ralph as he took some and began to eat.
Thanks," he said. Then with an accent of pleased surprise--"Thanks
Do all right on our own," said Piggy. "It's them that haven't no common sense that make trouble on this island. We'll make a little hot fire
Ralph remembered what had been worrying him.
Where's Simon
I don't know.
You don't think he's climbing the mountain
Piggy broke into noisy laughter and took more fruit. "He might be." He gulped his mouthful. "He's cracked.
Simon had passed through the area of fruit trees but today the littluns had been too busy with the fire on the beach and they had not pursued him there. He went on among the creepers until he reached the great mat that was woven by the open space and crawled inside. Beyond the screen of leaves the sunlight pelted down and the butterflies danced in the middle their unending dance. He knelt down and the arrow of the sun fell on him. That other time the air had seemed to vibrate with heat; but now it threatened. Soon the sweat was running from his long coarse hair. He shifted restlessly but there was no avoiding the sun. Presently he was thirsty, and then very thirsty. He continued to sit.
Far off along the beach, Jack was standing before a small group of boys. He was looking brilliantly happy.
Hunting," he said. He sized them up. Each of them wore the remains of a black cap and ages ago they had stood in two demure rows and their voices had been the song of angels.
We'll hunt. I'm going to be chief.
They nodded, and the crisis passed easily.
And then--about the beast.
They moved, looked at the forest.
I say this. We aren't going to bother about the beast.
He nodded at them.
We're going to forget the beast.
That's right
Yes
Forget the beast
If Jack was astonished by their fervor he did not show it.
And another thing. We shan't dream so much down here. This is near the end of the island.
They agreed passionately out of the depths of their tormented private lives.
Now listen. We might go later to the castle rock. But now I'm going to get more of the biguns away from the conch and all that. We'll kill a pig and give a feast." He paused and went on more slowly. "And about the beast. When we kill we'll leave some of the kill for it. Then it won't bother us, maybe.
He stood up abruptly.
We'll go into the forest now and hunt.
He turned and trotted away and after a moment they followed him obediently.
They spread out, nervously, in the forest. Almost at once Jack found the dung and scattered roots that told of pig and soon the track was fresh. Jack signaled the rest of the hunt to be quiet and went forward by himself. He was happy and wore the damp darkness of the forest like his old clothes. He crept down a slope to rocks and scattered trees by the sea.
The pigs lay, bloated bags of fat, sensuously enjoying the shadows under the trees. There was no wind and they were unsuspicious; and practice had made Jack silent as the shadows. He stole away again and instructed his hidden hunters. Presently they all began to inch forward sweating in the silence and heat. Under the trees an ear flapped idly. A little apart from the rest, sunk in deep maternal bliss, lay the largest sow of the lot. She was black and pink; and the great bladder of her belly was fringed with a row of piglets that slept or burrowed and squeaked.
Fifteen yards from the drove Jack stopped, and his arm, straightening, pointed at the sow. He looked round in inquiry to make sure that everyone understood and the other boys nodded at him. The row of right arms slid back.
Now
The drove of pigs started up; and at a range of only ten yards the wooden spears with fire-hardened points flew toward the chosen pig. One piglet, with a demented shriek, rushed into the sea trailing Roger's spear behind it. The sow gave a gasping squeal and staggered up, with two spears sticking in her fat flank. The boys shouted and rushed forward, the piglets scattered and the sow burst the advancing line and went crashing away through the forest.
After her
They raced along the pig-track, but the forest was too dark and tangled so that Jack, cursing, stopped them and cast among the trees. Then he said nothing for a time but breathed fiercely so that they were awed by him and looked at each other in uneasy admiration. Presently he stabbed down at the ground with his finger.
There
Before the others could examine the drop of blood, Jack had swerved off, judging a trace, touching a bough that gave. So he followed, mysteriously right and assured, and the hunters trod behind him.
He stopped before a covert.
In there.
They surrounded the covert but the sow got away with the sting of another spear in her flank. The trailing butts hindered her and the sharp, cross-cut points were a torment. She blundered into a tree, forcing a spear still deeper; and after that any of the hunters could follow her easily by the drops of vivid blood. The afternoon wore on, hazy and dreadful with damp heat; the sow staggered her way ahead of them, bleeding and mad, and the hunters followed, wedded to her in lust, excited by the long chase and the dropped blood. They could see her now, nearly got up with her, but she spurted with her last strength and held ahead of them again. They were just behind her when she staggered into an open space where bright flowers grew and butterflies danced round each other and the air was hot and still.
Here, struck down by the heat, the sow fell and the hunters hurled themselves at her. This dreadful eruption from an unknown world made her frantic; she squealed and bucked and the air was full of sweat and noise and blood and terror. Roger ran round the heap, prodding with his spear whenever pigflesh appeared. Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found a lodgment for his point and began to push till he was leaning with his whole weight. The spear moved forward inch by inch and the terrified squealing became a highpitched scream. Then Jack found the throat and the hot blood spouted over his hands. The sow collapsed under them and they were heavy and fulfilled upon her. The butterflies still danced, preoccupied in the center of the clearing.
At last the immediacy of the kill subsided. The boys drew back, and Jack stood up, holding out his hands.
Look.
He giggled and flicked them while the boys laughed at his reeking palms. Then Jack grabbed Maurice and rubbed the stuff over his cheeks. Roger began to withdraw his spear and boys noticed it for the first time. Robert stabilized the thing in a phrase which was received uproariously.
Right up her ass
Did you hear
Did you hear what he said
Right up her ass
This time Robert and Maurice acted the two parts; and Maurice's acting of the pig's efforts to avoid the advancing spear was so funny that the boys cried with laughter.
At length even this palled. Jack began to clean his bloody hands on the rock. Then he started work on the sow and paunched her, lugging out the hot bags of colored guts, pushing them into a pile on the rock while the others watched him. He talked as he worked.
We'll take the meat along the beach. I'll go back to the platform and invite them to a feast. That should give
us time.
Roger spoke.
Chief
Uh
How can we make a fire
Jack squatted back and frowned at the pig.
We'll raid them and take fire. There must be four of you; Henry and you, Robert and Maurice. We'll put on paint and sneak up; Roger can snatch a branch while I say what I want. The rest of you can get this back to where we were. We'll build the fire there. And after that
He paused and stood up, looking at the shadows under the trees. His voice was lower when he spoke again.
But we'll leave part of the kill for . . .
He knelt down again and was busy with his knife. The boys crowded round him. He spoke over his shoulder to Roger.
Sharpen a stick at both ends.
Presently he stood up, holding the dripping sow's head in his hands.
Where's that stick
Here.
Ram one end in the earth. Oh--it's rock. Jam it in that crack. There.
Jack held up the head and jammed the soft throat down on the pointed end of the stick which pierced through into the mouth. He stood back and the head hung there, a little blood dribbling down the stick.
Instinctively the boys drew back too; and the forest was very still. They listened, and the loudest noise was the buzzing of flies over the spilled guts.
Jack spoke in a whisper.
Pick up the pig.
Maurice and Robert skewered the carcass, lifted the dead weight, and stood ready. In the silence, and standing over the dry blood, they looked suddenly furtive.
Jack spoke loudly.
This head is for the beast. It's a gift.
The silence accepted the gift and awed them. The head remained there, dim-eyed, grinning faintly, blood blackening between the teeth. All at once they were running away, as fast as they could, through the forest toward the open beach.
Simon stayed where he was, a small brown image, concealed by the leaves. Even if he shut his eyes the sow's head still remained like an after-image. The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life. They assured Simon that everything was a bad business.
I know that.
Simon discovered that he had spoken aloud. He opened his eyes quickly and there was the head grinning amusedly in the strange daylight, ignoring the flies, the spilled guts, even ignoring the indignity of being spiked on a stick.
He looked away, licking his dry lips.
A gift for the beast. Might not the beast come for it? The head, he thought, appeared to agree with him. Run away, said the head silently, go back to the others. It was a joke really--why should you bother? You were just wrong, that's all. A little headache, something you ate, perhaps. Go back, child, said the head silently.
Simon looked up, feeling the weight of his wet hair, and gazed at the sky. Up there, for once, were clouds, great bulging towers that sprouted away over the island, grey and cream and copper-colored. The clouds were sitting on the land; they squeezed, produced moment by moment this close, tormenting heat. Even the butterflies deserted the open space where the obscene thing grinned and dripped. Simon lowered his head, carefully keeping his eyes shut, then sheltered them with his hand. There were no shadows under the trees but everywhere a pearly stillness, so that what was real seemed illusive and without definition. The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood--and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition. In Simon's right temple, a pulse began to beat on the brain.
Ralph and Piggy lay in the sand, gazing at the fire and idly flicking pebbles into its smokeless heart.
That branch is gone.
Where's Samneric
We ought to get some more wood. We're out of green branches.
Ralph sighed and stood up. There were no shadows under the palms on the platform; only this strange light that seemed to come from everywhere at once. High up among the bulging clouds thunder went off like a gun.
We're going to get buckets of rain.
What about the fire
Ralph trotted into the forest and returned with a wide spray of green which he dumped on the fire. The branch crackled, the leaves curled and the yellow smoke expanded.
Piggy made an aimless little pattern in the sand with his fingers.
Trouble is, we haven't got enough people for a fire. You got to treat Samnenc as one turn. They do everything together
Of course.
Well, that isn't fair. Don't you see? They ought to do two turns.
Ralph considered this and understood. He was vexed to find how little he thought like a grownup and sighed again. The island was getting worse and worse.
Piggy looked at the fire.
You'll want another green branch soon.
Ralph rolled over.
Piggy. What are we going to do
Just have to get on without 'em.
But--the fire.
He frowned at the black and white mess in which lay the unburnt ends of branches. He tried to formulate.
I'm scared.
He saw Piggy look up; and blundered on.
Not of the beast. I mean I'm scared of that too. But nobody else understands about the fire. If someone threw you a rope when you were drowning. If a doctor said take this because if you don't take it you'll die--you would, wouldn't you? I mean
Course I would.
Can't they see? Can't they understand? Without the smoke signal we'll die here? Look at that
A wave of heated air trembled above the ashes but without a trace of smoke.
We can't keep one fire going. And they don't care. And what's more--" He looked intensely into Piggy's streaming face.
What's more, _I_ don't sometimes. Supposing I got like the others--not caring. What 'ud become of us
Piggy took off his glasses, deeply troubled.
I dunno, Ralph. We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grownups would do.
Ralph, having begun the business of unburdening himself, continued.
Piggy, what's wrong
Piggy looked at him in astonishment.
Do you mean the
No, not it . . . I mean . . . what makes things break up like they do
Piggy rubbed his glasses slowly and thought. When he understood how far Ralph had gone toward accepting him he flushed pinkly with pride.
I dunno, Ralph. I expect it's him.
Jack
Jack." A taboo was evolving round that word too.
Ralph nodded solemnly.
Yes," he said, "I suppose it must be.
The forest near them burst into uproar. Demoniac figures with faces of white and red and green rushed out howling, so that the littluns fled screaming. Out of the corner of his eye, Ralph saw Piggy running. Two figures rushed at the fire and he prepared to defend himself but they grabbed half-burnt branches and raced away along the beach. The three others stood still, watching Ralph; and he saw that the tallest of them, stark naked save for paint and a belt, was Jack.
Ralph had his breath back and spoke.
Well
Jack ignored him, lifted his spear and began to shout.
Listen all of you. Me and my hunters, we're living along the beach by a flat rock. We hunt and feast and have fun. If you want to join my tribe come and see us. Perhaps I'll let you join. Perhaps not.
He paused and looked round. He was safe from shame or self-consciousness behind the mask of his paint and could look at each of them in turn. Ralph was kneeling by the remains of the fire like a sprinter at his mark and his face was half-hidden by hair and smut. Samneric peered together round a palm tree at the edge of the forest. A littlun howled, creased and crimson, by the bathing pool and Piggy stood on the platform, the white conch gripped in his hands.
Tonight we're having a feast. We've killed a pig and we've got meat. You can come and eat with us if you like.
Up in the cloud canyons the thunder boomed again. Jack and the two anonymous savages with him swayed, looking up, and then recovered. The littlun went on howling. Jack was waiting for something. He whispered urgently to the others.
Go on--now
The two savages murmured. Jack spoke sharply.
Go on
The two savages looked at each other, raised their spears together and spoke in time.
The Chief has spoken.
Then the three of them turned and trotted away. Presently Ralph rose to his feet, looking at the place where the savages had vanished. Samneric came, talking in an awed whisper.
I thought it was
and I was
scared.
Piggy stood above them on the platform, still holding the conch.
That was Jack and Maurice and Robert," said Ralph. "Aren't they having fun
I thought I was going to have asthma.
Sucks to your ass-mar.
When I saw Jack I was sure he'd go for the conch. Can't think why.
The group of boys looked at the white shell with affectionate respect. Piggy placed it in Ralph's hand and the littluns, seeing the familiar symbol, started to come back.
Not here.
He turned toward the platform, feeling the need for ritual. First went Ralph, the white conch cradled, then Piggy very grave, then the twins, then the littluns and the others.
Sit down all of you. They raided us for fire. They're having fun. But the
Ralph was puzzled by the shutter that flickered in his brain. There was something he wanted to say; then the shutter had come down.
But the
They were regarding him gravely, not yet troubled by any doubts about his sufficiency. Ralph pushed the idiot hair out of his eyes and looked at Piggy.
But the . . . oh . . . the fire! Of course, the fire
He started to laugh, then stopped and became fluent instead.
The fire's the most important thing. Without the fire we can't be rescued. I'd like to put on war-paint and be a savage. But we must keep the fire burning. The fire's the most important thing on the island, because, because
He paused again and the silence became full of doubt and wonder.
Piggy whispered urgently. "Rescue.
Oh yes. Without the fire we can't be rescued. So we must stay by the fire and make smoke.
When he stopped no one said anything. After the many brilliant speeches that had been made on this very spot Ralph's remarks seemed lame, even to the littluns.
At last Bill held out his hands for the conch.
Now we can't have the fire up there--because we can't have the fire up there--we need more people to keep it going. Let's go to this feast and tell them the fire's hard on the rest of us. And the hunting and all that, being savages I mean--it must be jolly good fun.
Samneric took the conch.
That must be fun like Bill says--and as he's invited us
to a feast
meat
crackling
I could do with some meat
Ralph held up his hand.
Why shouldn't we get our own meat
The twins looked at each other. Bill answered.
We don't want to go in the jungle.
Ralph grimaced.
He--you know--goes.
He's a hunter. They're all hunters. That's different.
No one spoke for a moment, then Piggy muttered to the sand.
Meat
The littluns sat, solemnly thinking of meat, and dribbling. Overhead the cannon boomed again and the dry palm fronds clattered in a sudden gust of hot wind.
You are a silly little boy," said the Lord of the Flies, "just an ignorant, silly little boy.
Simon moved his swollen tongue but said nothing.
Don't you agree?" said the Lord of the Flies. "Aren't you just a silly little boy
Simon answered him in the same silent voice.
Well then," said the Lord of the Flies, "you'd better run off and play with the others. They think you're batty. You don't want Ralph to think you're batty, do you? You like Ralph a lot, don't you? And Piggy, and Jack
Simon's head was tilted slightly up. His eyes could not break away and the Lord of the Flies hung in space before him.
What are you doing out here all alone? Aren't you afraid of me
Simon shook.
There isn't anyone to help you. Only me. And I'm the Beast.
Simon's mouth labored, brought forth audible words.
Pig's head on a stick.
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!" said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. "You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are
The laughter shivered again.
Come now," said the Lord of the Flies. "Get back to the others and we'll forget the whole thing.
Simon's head wobbled. His eyes were half closed as though he were imitating the obscene thing on the stick. He knew that one of his times was coming on. The Lord of the Flies was expanding like a balloon.
This is ridiculous. You know perfectly well you'll only meet me down there--so don't try to escape
Simon's body was arched and stiff. The Lord of the Flies spoke in the voice of a schoolmaster.
This has gone quite far enough. My poor, misguided child, do you think you know better than I do
There was a pause.
I'm warning you. I'm going to get angry. D'you see? You're not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don't try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else
Simon found he was looking into a vast mouth. There was blackness within, a blackness that spread.
Or else," said the Lord of the Flies, "we shall do you? See? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph. Do you. See
Simon was inside the mouth. He fell down and lost consciousness.